The Moon Begins Her Stately Ride Across The Summer Sky; The Happy Wavelets Lash The Shore,-- The Tide Is Rising High. Beneath Some Friendly Blade Of Grass The Lazy Beetle Cowers; The Coffers Of The Air Are Filled With Offerings From The Flowers. And Slowly Buzzing O'Er My Head A Swallow Wings Her Flight; I Hear The Weary Plowman Sing As Falls The Restful Night.